Ooooh, that's close to home. A similar accident killed the motorcyclist here. The woman who ran the stop sign ... who knows. Newspapers don't follow up on such things. For a long time, there was a cross at the place where he landed. Photos stood around the cross for a month or two. After a couple of years, the cross disappeared and weeds grew to obscure the spot for anyone but those of us remember and grieved for him in our own distance ways. The man didn't die in vain, though. That intersection now has a roundabout.
Wow, Sue. What a somber tale…so heart wrenching! That’s always quite the powerful image—the cross disappearing behind weeds. Thank you for not only reading but sharing your experience. 🙏
Thanks for this story, Justin. My explanation as to why those people jumped into action is that, at the spiritual level, we are one. That oneness compells us to act without giving thought to ourselves. Oneness is also the reason those people just happened to be there. A few years ago, my wife and I were sitting at a red light, three cars back from a busy intersection. A kid walked his bicycle across in front of us. Just before he reached the far right lane,
the light changed. Seeing the green light, an approaching car in that lane sailed into the intersection, hitting the boy and bicycle and sending them flying ten feet in the air. I was out of my car before the kid hit the pavement. I never looked for oncoming traffic. I was totally focused on him. I arrived just as he stood up, in shock, the blood beginning to appear in the snow-white abrasions on his face and arms. I took him to the curb and sat with him as others arrived to help.
I wish you well in your writing endeavors and look forward to more stories from your archives.
I’m beginning to feel the same way, K.C., regarding oneness. And oh my gosh! What a story. The poor kid! I’ve been in a situation or two like that where no thought is involved—it’s as if our bodies go into motion before we even process what’s happening in front of us. I’m happy to hear you were there for that child, and I hope all was okay in the end.
Thank you so much for the well wishes and for reading! I must admit, I’m having a blast working on this chapter book. Diving into some revisions later this evening! 😄
I like we know zero about the man, could be an angel, an idiot—the guy at the wrong place, the wrong time—or just fate. Like the Titanic and the iceberg?
Thank you, Susan. I appreciate you taking the time to read this! I admittedly liked that part of the story, too. The motorcyclist’s story is merely one of many interwoven stories from that specific time/place.
Thank you, Justin for bringing this back. I missed it the first time around. Such a touching story, made even more poignant in your description of the variety of people who stopped to help. Just lovely, my friend.
Reminds me of the accident that my nephew had on his motorcycle. All the 'right' people just happened to be there. He almost lost his leg, but it was saved, thru the efforts of some very conscientious and capable people.
Typical of society today, but why didn't they see him? They were too busy saving the lives of other strangers, yes. But could it also be that the one who caused the accident is blamed and therefore ignored? Who knows?
Ooooh, that's close to home. A similar accident killed the motorcyclist here. The woman who ran the stop sign ... who knows. Newspapers don't follow up on such things. For a long time, there was a cross at the place where he landed. Photos stood around the cross for a month or two. After a couple of years, the cross disappeared and weeds grew to obscure the spot for anyone but those of us remember and grieved for him in our own distance ways. The man didn't die in vain, though. That intersection now has a roundabout.
Wow, Sue. What a somber tale…so heart wrenching! That’s always quite the powerful image—the cross disappearing behind weeds. Thank you for not only reading but sharing your experience. 🙏
Thanks for this story, Justin. My explanation as to why those people jumped into action is that, at the spiritual level, we are one. That oneness compells us to act without giving thought to ourselves. Oneness is also the reason those people just happened to be there. A few years ago, my wife and I were sitting at a red light, three cars back from a busy intersection. A kid walked his bicycle across in front of us. Just before he reached the far right lane,
the light changed. Seeing the green light, an approaching car in that lane sailed into the intersection, hitting the boy and bicycle and sending them flying ten feet in the air. I was out of my car before the kid hit the pavement. I never looked for oncoming traffic. I was totally focused on him. I arrived just as he stood up, in shock, the blood beginning to appear in the snow-white abrasions on his face and arms. I took him to the curb and sat with him as others arrived to help.
I wish you well in your writing endeavors and look forward to more stories from your archives.
I’m beginning to feel the same way, K.C., regarding oneness. And oh my gosh! What a story. The poor kid! I’ve been in a situation or two like that where no thought is involved—it’s as if our bodies go into motion before we even process what’s happening in front of us. I’m happy to hear you were there for that child, and I hope all was okay in the end.
Thank you so much for the well wishes and for reading! I must admit, I’m having a blast working on this chapter book. Diving into some revisions later this evening! 😄
I somehow missed this story when it first came out.Sad but loved how so many strangers came together to help out.Keep them coming son.Love ya
I like we know zero about the man, could be an angel, an idiot—the guy at the wrong place, the wrong time—or just fate. Like the Titanic and the iceberg?
Thank you, Susan. I appreciate you taking the time to read this! I admittedly liked that part of the story, too. The motorcyclist’s story is merely one of many interwoven stories from that specific time/place.
Thank you, Justin for bringing this back. I missed it the first time around. Such a touching story, made even more poignant in your description of the variety of people who stopped to help. Just lovely, my friend.
Thank you so much for reading, Sharron! I’m happy you enjoyed it. Your comments always make me smile.
Just as good the second time. I already wrote my Fifty for Friday.
Thanks a bunch for reading it again, Mark. It means a lot to me! (Also, it’s crazy how fast time flies. I’d forgotten all about this story!)
And hooray! Can’t wait to read it.
what time zone is the Friday, 3:00 p.m.?
Hi Zoe! It will be 3:00 PM EST. Oops, I’m getting rusty. It’s been a while, and I completely forgot to post that info, ha! Hope to see you there! 😊
Yes, I needed to do another 50. It’s been a while.
Reminds me of the accident that my nephew had on his motorcycle. All the 'right' people just happened to be there. He almost lost his leg, but it was saved, thru the efforts of some very conscientious and capable people.
What a remarkable story. Sometimes the right people are truly right where they need to be.
Great story - it got me thinking 🤔 which is always good! Thank you.
Rosy, thank you for reading! That makes me happy to hear. 🙏
Typical of society today, but why didn't they see him? They were too busy saving the lives of other strangers, yes. But could it also be that the one who caused the accident is blamed and therefore ignored? Who knows?
So many excellent questions, Kim. I really appreciate you taking the time to read!